Chapter 9 - Caught Watching

"Do you think that he is done now?" Sypha whispered, peering around the tree she was crouched behind.

"I would say so." Dakota whispered back, her head hovering just above Sypha's, also hidden behind the tree. "Girl looks like a cum balloon, after all. That's usually a good sign that she's been used thoroughly."

Sypha swallowed, nodding as she stared at the sight of Carmilla's rounded mid-section. She knew that feeling all too well, except she had gotten it in her ass instead.

"Oh, he's pulling out." Dakota noted.

Sure enough, Mordall was withdrawing his cock from the vampire's pussy. Sypha expected a flood of semen to follow, but instead all she saw was a purple flash of magic.

"What was that?" she whispered.

"A spell of some kind." Dakota answered. "Probably meant to keep all the jizz inside her. He must really want to make sure she gets pregnant, I guess. Shit, I missed that last thing he said 'cause I was talking."

Just then, Mordall turned away from Carmilla's prone, chained body and spun directly towards them. Sypha couldn't see his eyes from this far, but somehow, she knew that he was looking right at them.

"Duck!" Dakota hissed.

She grabbed Sypha by the straps of her bikini and yanked her behind the wide trunk of the pale tree they were using for cover where they sat in silence, only the sound of their heavy breathing permeating the air.

"Do…do you think he noticed us?" Sypha finally dared to speak.

"I can answer that question for you, human."

Sypha and Dakota both whirled around, falling onto their rears at the entrance of the new voice right behind them. Looking up, they both found themselves staring right at the hulking figure of Mordall.

(Earlier)

"Hey, want to go out for a walk?" Dakota asked in a bored voice.

"We can do that?" Sypha perked up, surprised.

"Do what?"

"Walk."

"I'm pretty sure most creatures that have legs can walk."

"No, I mean…" Sypha turned toward Dakota and stopped when she saw the sparkle of amusement glittering in the wolf girl's eyes. "You are making fun of me."

"I'm just messing with you, relax." Dakota laughed. "Yeah, we're allowed to leave the castle. It doesn't really matter where we are. As long as we have these collars on, Mordall or Jezebel can warp us right to them, so they've been pretty lax with the restrictions. C'mon, let's get out of this room and go for a stroll."

All too eager to take Dakota up on her offer, Sypha popped up out of the bed and fixed her askew bikini before following the werewolf out the door.

"The bedroom door was locked the first night I was here." She noted, remembering back to her first attempts to escape.

"They probably just wanted you discourage you from trying it right off the bat. I remember my first night, I broke out and took off and was tearing my way through the forest by the time they warped me back. Then, they decided to put up a magic barrier to keep me in one room until I quit trying to break free. Not that there's any point. I can't perform the magic required to teleport, much less the magic needed to open a gate between two dimensions so it isn't as if I can just leave anyways."

That made Sypha a bit more discouraged. If even Dakota had no luck escaping, then what chances did she, a human, have? It would be very difficult and would rely on luck and timing to pull something off with any measure of success. Still, she wasn't giving up yet. All she needed was an opportunity, and then she would take off back to her own world.

Following behind Dakota as they made their way through the elaborate hallways of the estate, Sypha did her best to memorize the layout where she could. The expansive castle was like a maze of corridors, unlike any structure she had ever seen, much less been in. Even the grand castles of the larger cities in Wallachia weren't this big. After a few minutes, though, the two of them arrived at a large set of double doors, which Dakota pushed open, leading them outside.

"Ah…" Dakota sighed, stepping out of the doorway and into the night air. "I do love the grass here. Much softer than the stuff that grows in Wallachia."

"Is it even real grass?" Sypha asked, feeling the lush green plant under her bare feet.

"Yep. Supposedly it grows like this in the warmer countries of the south where the snow is less common."

Sypha took her word on it. She had never been outside of her country, so she had no point of reference to judge the information. She spent a few seconds on her knees, patting the lush grass with her palm, before standing up and looking back over at Dakota. Almost instantly, she averted her gaze, her eyes wide.

"Dakota?!" she asked, having just seen the wolf girl stripping off her clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, I haven't shifted in a while so I wanted to stretch out my legs and it would be nice if I could avoid shredding my clothes. Do you mind holding them for me?"

"Um…I suppose." Sypha nodded, looking at her feet.

"Here."

Sypha finally raised her head to accept the skirt and top, her cheeks red as she took in the voluptuous form of Dakota. Her sense of modesty wanted her to look away, but she had to admit that she was curious about werewolf transformation. Interlocking her fingers, Dakota stretched her arms out above her head, which had the side effect of pushing out her substantial chest, before bending down with exemplary flexibility to lay her palms flat on the ground, loosening up her hamstrings and glutes.

Finished stretching, she dropped down onto her hands and knees, and her body began to glow lightly. Sypha observed with awe as her form began to shimmer and grow before her eyes, gradually morphing and changing. It only took a matter of seconds, but by the time she was done, there was an entirely different being stood before her. Sypha recognized the color fur as being the same as Dakota's tail and ears in her humanoid form, and the eyes were the same color and radiated the same warm energy as before.

The thing that surprised her the most, though, was the Dakota's size. When she had mentioned that werewolves were almost identical to regular wolves in their canine form, Sypha had taken that to mean normal sized also. However, Dakota was now huge. Even on all fours, her head towered at least a foot over Sypha, if not more, and she was larger than any cow or horse that she had ever seen. Other than that, though, she did look like a normal wolf. Just enormous. She flinched a bit as Dakota's head swung towards her, fixating those large, bright, yellow eyes on her.

"Well? How do I look?" Dakota's voice echoed in Sypha's mind.

"You…you are able to speak like that?" Sypha stammered, surprised.

A short, sharp bark left Dakota's maw in what Sypha assumed was a werewolf approximation of a laugh, before the wolf girl's voice once again reverberated in her head.

"Yeah, we can communicate mentally. Well?"

"You're…big…" was all Sypha could think to say.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?? Of course not! It's just…you said you would look like a normal wolf, that's all."

Dakota let out another bark of laughter, her eyes looking bemused.

"Sorry, I'm joking. I just like making you off-balance. I can sense your emotions, so it's fun for me. Anyways, want a ride?"

"A…ride?"

"Yeah, you won't be able to keep up with me, so you might as well ride."

"If you are okay with that, then yes." Sypha responded.

Dakota lowered herself down onto her belly and flattened herself as low as possible so that Sypha could climb up onto her back, using her fur for handholds. Almost instantly, Sypha found herself burying her face in Dakota's back. Her fur was just as soft and plush in this form as it had been in her humanoid form. She would have loved to just go to sleep right then and there, but she was almost thrown completely off Dakota's back as the werewolf leapt up and took off into the forest.

Sypha had never gone that fast in her entire life. Dakota was faster and more agile than even the most expensive prized stallion. It felt like she was flying as the werewolf dodged between trees and bounded across open clearings. It was all she could do just to hang on and keep from sliding right off the back of the giant wolf, but the breeze felt terrific on her face. It made her physical abilities as a human pale in comparison. She wondered how Dakota could stand to spend so much time in her humanoid form when she could move like this as a wolf.

"I'm always this fast, even when I'm not in my wolf form." Dakota's voice said in Sypha's mind.

"Stop reading my mind!" Sypha complained, blushing.

"I'm not." Dakota giggled, which sounded even more melodic and enchanting as a psychic form. "Just your emotions."

"Well, whatever it is, do-…"

Sypha was cut off by Dakota coming to a stop. Her large head pointed skyward, her nose and ears twitching.

"What is wrong?" Sypha asked.

"I smell someone…two people." Dakota replied. "I think one of them is Mordall."

"You think?"

"His scent is hard to distinguish compared to most beings."

"And the other person?"

The fur under Sypha on Dakota's back suddenly bristled and her muscles grew taut. A low growl, that was much like thunder rumbling, left the werewolf's mouth.

"Vampire…" Dakota grumbled.

"Where are they?"

"Just up ahead. Hold on."

Underneath Sypha, Dakota's body began to move and shrink down until Sypha found her arms wrapped around the very naked form of humanoid Dakota, the blonde's palms grasping the wolf girl's large breasts. Quickly unlatching herself, embarrassed, Sypha handed back the clothes she had been hanging onto for Dakota and waited while the woman squeezed into the skimpy outfit.

"It's a lot harder to sneak around in this forest when I'm that big." Dakota finally explained, adjusting her cleavage. "Let's go. Stay behind me and be quiet."

Even trying her hardest, Sypha wasn't able to move as silently as Dakota. It was actually shocking just how stealthy the werewolf was. She moved through the trees light on her toes, not a single sound breaking the still night air. Sypha did her best, but there was still some light crunching of grass under her feet, and she had to focus hard to keep from stepping on the stray twigs that littered the ground haphazardly. Her concentration was so fierce, that she didn't even notice when Dakota stopped, bumping right into the curvaceous rear of the wolf girl. If it weren't for the Dakota's spry agility, they would have both toppled over, undoubtedly causing a racket.

"Careful." Dakota hissed, taking Sypha by the shoulder and yanking her down into a crouch.

"I am sorry." Sypha whispered back. "What are we stopping for?"

"Look."

Looking down from the wolf girl's head and following the arm she was gesturing with, Sypha almost let out a squeak of surprise at the sight. There, in the middle of a clearing, was indeed Mordall. They weren't exactly close, but they were certainly close enough to make out the face of the intimidating demon lord. At the moment, he seemed to be focused on something else and hadn't noticed their approach, to Sypha's relief. Looking down from his face, she could now understand why. Laid out on a stone block of some kind, was a woman. She was chained up on her back and completely naked. From this angle, Sypha couldn't see her head because it was hanging off the opposite end of the block, but it was clear that she wasn't happy based on her profuse struggling.

"Wow…" Dakota breathed. "He must really be going to town on her throat."

"He is?" Sypha asked. "How can you tell?"

"I can hear her choking up a storm over there along with some other suspicious sounds that remind me of facefucking. Plus, look at the way he is moving. He's obviously fucking something and the only thing to fuck up there is her mouth."

Sypha had to agree that was what it looked like, but her hearing wasn't as sharp as the werewolf's to pick up on whatever obscene noises were being emitted. Sypha shrunk down behind the tree they were hiding behind a bit more, nervously, as Mordall stood back from the stone block, apparently finished using the unknown woman's mouth. The two of them remained dead silent, only watching, as he strode around and began to fuck the woman's pussy. Now, Sypha could definitely hear her. Without a cock plugging up her throat, the woman's screams and shrieks were echoing piercingly throughout the surrounding woods. Sypha felt a tinge of sympathy. Sure, Dakota had said she was a vampire, but as a woman herself, Sypha only could imagine what that monster cock must feel like in her pussy. It probably wasn't exactly pleasant. A few minutes in, Mordall reached down and grabbed the woman's hair, lifting her head up. Squinting her eyes to see better, Sypha did her best to view the vampire's face now that she had a decent view.

"Do you recognize her?" Dakota asked.

"No, I do not." Sypha shook her head. "She was not among those in Dracula's castle when we attacked."

They fell back into silence.

"Ooph, guess he's not very happy with her." Dakota said, after about ten or so minutes of watching the spectacle. "He just told her he's going to knock her up."

"Knock…her up?" Sypha questioned, unfamiliar with the vernacular.

She turned to look back at the wolf girl.

"Yeah, you know. Knock up. Impregnate. Breed. Put a baby in her." Dakota replied, mimicking a swollen belly with her hands.

"Oh." Sypha's ears and cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, and she quickly turned away from the wolf girl to hide her reaction.

"There he goes." Dakota murmured.

True enough, Sypha could see the bound woman's stomach growing under the pressure of all the seed that was undoubtedly being poured in her, indicating the arrival of his orgasm.

(Back to present time)

"I noticed you the instant you arrived, of course." Mordall spoke. "Did you really expect to sneak up on me? In my domain, of all places? Come, now, don't be ridiculous."

"But…you did not say anything." Sypha said, nervously.

"Why should I deny anyone the show?" Mordall laughed. "I hope you enjoyed it. Well, now that you're here, I have a job for you. One of you can clean me off."

He gestured down at his cock, which was covered in a multitude of fluids. Saliva, demon jizz, and vampire juices.

"I would have had my new toy do it, but she isn't quite in the right head space to do anything yet. So, do I have a volunteer?"

"Me." Dakota quickly offered. "I'll do it."

"Oh, that was quick." Mordall raised an eyebrow. "Protecting Miss Sypha here? You must like her, Dakota. Very well. Do a good job or I'll have you two change places."

Rolling to her knees, Dakota shimmied forward to Mordall. Without pausing, wanting to get it over with, she captured the tip in her mouth and began to swallow the rod whole. Sypha could see her neck muscles working as she swallowed it, sporadic gags breaking the silence. In short order, she had reached the base. She made it look easy, but Sypha could tell that it was anything but. Even though it was only at about half mast in the aftermath of his orgasm, it was still a good nine inches and thick enough to make her throat distend.

The beginnings of tears forming in the corners of her eyes, Dakota extended her long tongue past her lips, using it to clean Mordall's balls as best she could and the very root of his cock, which couldn't get in her mouth. Then, pulling it back into her mouth, she wrapped it completely around him, forming a noose around his shaft, and began to retreat. Between her throat hard at work, her mouth sucking, her tongue wiping him down, and her taut lips catching whatever was missed, but the time his dick reappeared, it was nearly spotless. Other than some saliva, Dakota had flawlessly cleaned the entirety of it, like only someone of her biology and physiology was able.

"I have to say, that wasn't a good job. It was great. Well done, Dakota. I rather enjoyed that. Maybe I'll have to come to you every time to have you clean me off. As a reward, I'll let you two watch the next act with me."

"The next act…?" Sypha asked, rubbing Dakota's back as she coughed a bit.

"Yes. Round two for our treacherous little minx over there. Let's go."

Snapping his fingers, Dakota and Sypha suddenly found themselves standing a few feet away from the chained vampire, staring at her prone form side-on. Mordall, who had reappeared clad in his purple robes, waved his hand and a marble throne, and a bench flashed into existence behind them. Taking a seat on the throne, he motioned towards the bench, which the two girls sat in, apprehensively. Bringing his hand to his face and placing two fingers in his mouth, Mordall let out a piercing whistle that ripped through the night and must have been heard for miles around. Sypha winced at the sharp noise, and then squeezed Dakota's thigh, who was covering her ears with her hands, the intense noise having much more effect on her keen senses.

The bone-chilling sound of wingbeats fille the air. Sypha didn't even have to look to know what it was. She had heard that sound many times before, during the attacks on Wallachia by Dracula's demon hordes. Sure enough, there was a group of about a dozen demons flying their way over. The ground tremored as they landed heavily in the clearing, stomping about to surround the chained vampire in a semi-circle. These were the demons that Sypha was familiar with. The so called half breeds. Their forms were more evocative of animals, walking primarily on four leg, similar to the gargoyles that were carved and placed on the eaves of cathedrals. However, they all differed slightly in form. Some were more canine, with bristly fur and dog-like snouts. Some had smoother, snake-like skin and pointed ears with long, serpentine tails. Some still had aviary beaks that reminded Sypha of crows and vultures. Teeth glowed of various colors, as did their eyes. Sypha remembered seeing one demon like that in Gresit. Of the few things they shared in common that the blonde could see, they all sported leathery wings, and they all had hard cocks hanging between their hind legs, dripping and ready to go.

"A gift for you, my generals." Mordall boomed, spreading his arms out. "Enjoy her."

A hissing laughter emanated from the group of gathered creatures and they closed in on her. Carmilla, still recovering from her earlier tryst with Mordall, could only watch in horror as they approached. Her eyes wide, she desperately tugged on the chains holding her, but they stubbornly refused to break. The first one stepped up between her legs, his front arms landing on either side of her, and his cock slapping heavily on her abdomen. It was huge. At least sixteen inches and as thick around as her calf, drooling pre-cum onto her smooth skin. Drawing back, he lowered his tip, bypassing Carmilla's pussy and instead leveling it to her untouched ass instead.

Carmilla let out a shrill scream as she felt the menacing head press against her tight opening, still unable to form words with the ring gag locking her jaws open. The chains rattled furiously with her attempts to get free, all for naught. With a roar, the demon pushed forward, forcing his girthy member into her rear with otherworldly strength. A piercing cry filled the clearing as Carmilla's butt was penetrated for the first time, and by a penis of monstrous proportions, no less. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she nearly blacked out from the sheer weight of the sensations, but Mordall snapped his fingers, casting a spell that forced her back into consciousness.

"No falling asleep on us, now." He chuckled. "What kind of show would that give my two lovely friends here?"

Unable to fall under now, all she could do was shriek wantonly as she demon went to town, ravaging her ass at his whim. Even with how bloated her womb was, there was still some visibility of the tip distending her skin closer up to her chest, denoting just how deep in her he was. The chains rattled with every thrust, and the block shook from the forces being exerted on it by the hulking creature, but he didn't slow down one bit, too engrossed in his pleasurable task to take note of such trivial details.

Carmilla's screams were soon cut off as another one of the demons stepped up behind her. In one motion, he grabbed hold of her neck with his clawed hand and held her head in place. He placed the tip of his own massive dick, even larger than the one ramming her ass, in her open mouth and tried to force his way in. He soon found that the ring gag was actually too narrow to allow his full penetration, instead rendering him stuck halfway down.

"Ah, my apologies." Mordall laughed, enjoying the sight of Carmilla thrashing with the fat rod stuck in her throat.

Slapping his palm down on the arm rest of his throne, a flash of purple flew from his hand and struck the bound woman, rendering her also glowing momentarily. Another snap, and Carmilla felt the ring gag in her mouth start to grow, forcing her jaw even wider. To her surprise, her jaw didn't break like she would have expected, and she realized that Mordall must have enchanted her so that she would be more flexible, allowing for ungodly large penises to enter her mouth. In essence, she had been enchanted to be a better cocksleeve.

With the opening now wide enough for his girth to clear, the demon in her mouth pushed on once again, burrowing himself to the base. Carmilla, eyes wide, felt as her neck was pressed tight against the gold collar constricting it due to the distention. She was almost certain that the head of his dick was in her stomach, for god's sake, it was so long. The only thing she could see now, were the massive balls pressed against her face. They were huge, each as large as her head, and no doubt carrying a mammoth load that was sure to be in her future. That, however, was the least of her concerns. She was far more occupied with the two enormous cock pummeling her from both ends, wrenching screams and gargled gags from her.

Sypha and Dakota watched on in horror and grim curiosity. It was unlike anything either of them had witnessed, and they were astounded by just how big a cock the female body was capable of taking in. Sypha could see the woman's throat bulging and distending profanely as the demon bucked against her obscured face, not even allowing her time to catch her breath. While she couldn't see most of the phallus of the demon opposite, due to the bulge from Mordall's jizz, she knew that it was undoubtedly doing the same under her stuffed womb. Swallowing, she unconsciously rubbed her own throat, scared to even imagine what it would feel like to take this kind of fucking.

"Feeling sorry for her?" Mordall asked, noticing the action from the corner of his eye. "Don't. She is a traitor to her own kind."

"A traitor?" Dakota asked, turning away from the scene. "What do you mean?"

"Ah, yes. She betrayed Dracula. You actually have much to thank her for, Sypha. If not for her actions, it's very possible you and your companions would not have succeeded in killing him."

"I know not what you mean." Sypha said, confused. "I did not see her at his castle."

"No, you wouldn't have." Mordall shook his head. "She was busy outside the castle when it was in Braila. She wanted Dracula's throne, so she conspired with her own armies and some of Dracula's court. When he sent his army out from the castle, she engaged them, and they all ended up taking each other out. When you warped his castle, and I give you much credit for managing that, there was a scant few of his guards inside, and none of them skilled enough to stand against Alucard and the Belmont hunter. So, as I said, you have much to thank her for."

"Then this is punishment for her betrayal?" Sypha asked. "Why her and not me? After all, I was there to kill him, too."

"True, but I place a higher penance on betrayal. You were merely acting in accordance with the war that Dracula started. Carmilla, here, was a snake lying in the grass, awaiting her chance to turn strike when the lion's back was turned. She wanted a throne, so I gave her a throne."

He gestured towards the stone block she was bound to.

"I don't think that's quite the throne she had in mind." Dakota grunted, sarcastically.

"No, certainly not." Mordall laughed. "But it's the throne she deserves."

Even knowing how evil Carmilla was, Sypha still grimaced when she saw the demon in her ass bury himself in her, knowing what was coming. Immediately, her stomach started growing as he pumped her full of his load. Her pale skin stretched, and her belly swelled, bloated further as her stomach was flooded with hot demon seed. All the while, gurgling screams floated up from where the vampire's throat was being ravaged, and her body thrashed in vain. By the time the demon was spent, she looked to be nine months pregnant with twins.

With a snort, the demon pulled out, his slimy, softening length trailing beneath him as he lumbered away. As soon as he had left, another took his place, this one of canine approximation. His penis hard and ready, eagerly awaiting his turn, he quickly lined himself up and rammed his way in, stretching out Carmilla's tight ass once more and making her mutedly scream, her mouth still busy.

It didn't take much longer before the creature fucking her face followed suit, finishing his own turn by forcing his way in as deep as possible, his balls slapping against her clenched face, ready to deliver their payload. In a matter of seconds, Carmilla felt the burst go down her throat and straight into her already full stomach. Her rounded middle grew impossibly bigger, making her look inhumanly engorged, like she had eaten several watermelons whole. Soon, though, her belly was completely full up and unable to stretch any much further.

With no more space to occupy, the demon jizz took the only other path currently available to it. A high-pressure spray of cum erupted from her nostrils. With her nose still smothered by the demon's sack, the cum was left to splatter out to all sides, soaking her face and hair, and the grass beneath her head before the surge finally abated and the spray slowed to a trickle. The beast gave one more grinding thrust, slapping her reddened face again with his balls, and then pulled out. A sloppy noise and a liter of cum followed him for her to cough up and then another was right where he had been, already aligning her head up for his use.

Dakota gulped, watching the new arrival mash his way down her heaving throat, and turned away. Another sight caught her eye, and she felt a small surge of pity for her mortal vampiric foe. The canine-esque demon that was pounding the woman's ass had a knot. A BIG knot. Dakota had always been nervous of those, knowing that if she ever had a child with a male of her race, she would need to be knotted. That fact had always intimidated her. Now, looking at the woman about to get her butt knotted, of all places, she felt like maybe her option hadn't been so bad.

Wincing as the demon reared back and put his all into the next stroke, forcing his knot into Carmilla's snug rear, Dakota listened to the muffled scream that came from the chained girl, shifting her own rear unconsciously on the bench. She could see the shifting of Carmilla's inflated belly from the pressure of the beast's orgasm, but from the splattering of cum that was growing in a steady puddle under the vampire's obscured head, Dakota guessed that most of the load was being forced straight through and out her nose or mouth or where there was a gap for it to escape. This demon stayed ensconced for significantly longer than the first had, taking far longer to pump unhealthy amounts of splooge into his bitch. After several minutes, though, he tugged his hips away from her. With a pop and a shrill shriek, that was soon muffled, the knot came free, and he stepped aside, clearing space for the next demon.

"Well, ladies?" Mordall turned to the two wide-eyed girls, making them jump. "What do you think of the show so far?"

"It's, um…intense." Dakota offered.

Sypha could only nod, unable to word her response to the question properly.

"Good. Just a taste of what could happen if you anger me. Lucky for you, this isn't your punishment, so sit back and relax and enjoy. There's still much more for Miss Carmilla."